[ But it bothers Royce a little - he just doesn't want to say anything about it. He stays where he is, feeling defeated, mostly. He feels almost restless with how much negativity is bubbling in his stomach, and he doesn't know what to do with himself.
Like he could cry, maybe, but the tears won't come. Maybe he should go walk. Swim against the current of the ocean until he's too tired to do anything else. Something. ]
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Like he could cry, maybe, but the tears won't come. Maybe he should go walk. Swim against the current of the ocean until he's too tired to do anything else. Something. ]